Sword Qi Hengqiu

Early the next morning, Bu Fanshuang, who didn't know that he had caused trouble with a word, strolled into the house happily, and Ling Rangjin just finished a week, and the existence of that trace of demonic energy was better than nothing, almost imperceptible, quietly dormant in the dantian among.Ling Rang would like to see Bu Fanshuang walking in front of him, pinching his wrist like a master, pretending to feel his pulse, and asking, "Is everything alright?"

Although all the hard work was discounted by Bu Fanshuang's words, one thing Bu Fanshuang didn't do it on purpose, and the other thing was his own ability, so he insisted on listening to him finish.The most important thing is that this "everything is hard work" is done by Bu Fanshuang, and the hard work is also on the people of Gushan. If there is no help from Gushan to find Xuanqiu, I probably have to finish it first, and now there are hidden dangers , but in the end the kindness is greater, Ling Rang would like to think that he should not be ungrateful.

So he put the bit of devilish energy into the back of his mind with a big heart, and even calmly took out the pressure, helping the devilish energy to hide from the world: "Okay, you can see for yourself."

Bu Fanshuang was good at killing people, but he was ordinary at feeling the pulse to save people, so he didn't notice anything unusual at all.

Satisfied, he let go of Ling Rangjin's wrist: "After you return to Xianmeng, you want to deal with the traitor first?"

"Yes." Ling Rangjin moved, and his wide sleeves slipped off, and the white brocade covered his hands, "So maybe I don't have time to fight with you for the time being, how about inviting you when I'm done?"

Bu Fanshuang said "refreshingly", "It's been 200 years, but it's not a day or two away."

Ling Rang paused his hands, which were straightening his sleeves, and moved his ears, and suddenly had a feeling that something was wrong.

Immediately afterwards, Bu Fanshuang smiled and said: "I notified Xianmeng, Bian Chenwu is the first to arrive anyway, and my junior's secret whistle has already seen his flying sword, but who will come next?" To welcome the lord back to the palace, I don't know."

The ending of that "it" had a bit of malice, which made Ling Rangjin's hairs stand on end.

He coughed helplessly: "Those are all fine, but you talk well."

"I—" just as Bu Fanshuang opened his mouth, someone knocked on the door and entered the room, and whispered a few words in his ear, Bu Fanshuang rolled his eyes, waved his hand and screened off his subordinates, "Your old friend is here .”

Ling Rangjin hadn't figured out who his old friend was other than the Demon Lord in front of him, when he heard a heart-piercing scream: "Ah Jin——!"

The cry was so shrill that it could bring the dead back to life, Ling Rangjin could hardly keep his smile, and he had no doubt that if he really died, that person would also be able to call him back to life in front of the grave.

No, if he died, Bu Fanshuang would probably dig the grave first and take him back, guessing that person might just howl at the empty grave.

Xianzun was thinking about these things endlessly, but Bu Fanshuang left first. When he raised his head, there was only one window that had been pushed open, shaking innocently in the wind.

Ling Rangjin: "..."

Then the more innocent door was kicked open, and a turquoise figure rushed in. A pair of claws wanted to pull Ling Rangjin's sleeves without saying a word. Ling Rangjin had no choice but to dodge back. On the opponent's chest: "Brother Liu, whether you can kiss a man or a man."

The real Liu Linfeng pretended to cry and said, "I didn't know you had suffered so much. If my nephew hadn't told me, I would have thought you were a wicked bastard who threw the fairy league to me and my nephew. Excuse the injury and go away with Bu Fanshuang, a lunatic."

Ling Rangjin: "...Is this the kind of person I am in your heart?"

"This seems like Liu Shishu's character." Bian Chenwu, who came in the last step, said coldly, "Before you and I came, you secretly asked if Wenli, the protector of Gushan, was there. Could it be your romantic debt?"

"Cough, what about your uncle? Don't mess with the mandarin ducks, what kind of warm dog, I don't know him." Liu Linfeng changed the subject awkwardly, "Who made you go away for 200 years, and I didn't even tell you where you were? ? I really thought you were messing with Bu Fanshuang."

Ling Rang would like to take back the fan, and shook it with a smile: "Even if we leave with him, we won't leave any mess to you. How did you come up with this?"

"I was thinking that if you didn't come back, it might be because you were taken away by Bu Fanshuang willingly, or unwillingly at the beginning, and then you were willing to stay and fly with him after being subjected to this or that." Liu Linfeng wiped away his tears, "It's not impossible Maybe."

Knowing the follow-up plot, Ling Rangjin and Bian Chenwu sighed in their hearts at the same time: Indeed, it is very possible.

When the blind cat ran into the dead mouse, Liu Linfeng took a deep breath and wanted to howl, but Bian Chenwu stepped forward and held him down: "If you shout again, maybe Gushan will find Wen Li."

Liu Linfeng didn't say a word, and turned a corner strangely, as if his tail had been stepped on.

Ling Rangjin fanned the fan helplessly with one hand, and poured tea for them with the other: "I have not been here for 200 years, what have you done, how did you offend Wen Li? Why didn't he tell me when I saw him?"

Liu Linfeng's mouth was strict this time, he didn't talk about life and death, and directly changed the subject: "Why do you need to let Gushan Ginseng join in to find that Xuanqiu? Tell us, can't Xianmeng find it by itself?"

Ling Rangjin took a sip of tea, smiled and said, "Immortal League has already participated, hasn't it?"

Bian Chenwu lowered his eyebrows, brushing off his clothes without saying a word, and was about to kneel down, Ling Rangjin smiled, and lightly lifted the hand holding the fan, before Bian Chenwu knelt down, he was gently lifted up by him in the air.

Liu Linfeng also restrained his smile, and said lightly: "Don't learn from your Uncle Ling Shi, and take everything on yourself. If you say that you didn't notice someone rebelling, I will also be dereliction of duty. Let alone you and me, who are the remaining elders? I can't run away either."

"I'm the deputy leader, and it's me who neglected the most duties." Bian Chenwu lowered his head, "This is the case in the Immortal League, but I still miss those little loves—"

"Shen Wu." Ling Rang would like to put down the teacup, and the glazed bottom and the bamboo table made a crisp sound, "If you say that you are negligent in your duties, I have left Xianmeng for 200 years, and this matter should naturally fall on me. There is no need to mention this matter again." , As for the matter of love, since you haven't delayed your main business because of this, you don't count it as a delay. The matter of the traitor here has nothing to do with the matter between you and your apprentice, so don't get confused."

He paused, thinking: "I am also responsible for this matter. The person who pretended to be Xiaoliu ran away, and Mr. Weng... was silently silenced. There are no clues now, just look at the Remnant Desolation Sect." Can you ask me something? It’s just that Gushan didn’t tell me the result, so I don’t want to ask too much.”

Liu Linfeng said angrily: "It's shameless to pretend to be me! What does that person look like?"

Ling Rangjin was silent for a moment, and said tactfully: "It's just a fake, I want to open it up."

Liu Linfeng was furious and jumped up against the table, and was about to roar when the door was suddenly pushed open.

A honey-colored young man wearing Western-style clothes was looking at him at the door. The young man's eyes were like cats, and they seemed to be squinting because he didn't like the light. His long hair was curled and casually draped over his shoulders.He looks like a descendant of a mixed race of barbarians from the Western Regions and people from the Central Plains, with characteristics of both sides. He is like a lazy cat, leaning against the door frame, looking up and down at Liu Linfeng.

Liu Linfeng got stuck instantly.

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